15 hours of Weimar degeneracy. Who's buying the popcorn?
Some punk recalled my library copy of Berlin Alexanderplatz before I even had a chance to make it to the end of the fourth episode last month, but hopefully March will provide another opportunity for me to get through the remaining 10 hours of Fassbinder's opus and file a report on it for all you foreign film festival connoisseurs. In the meantime, any/all links to movie posts for either this event or Caroline's World Cinema Series (both being held throughout the year) can be left here. Note: Sorry, but I'm still running behind on rounding up links.
March Foreign Film Reviews
- Father and Son [Otets i syn] (dir. Aleksandr Sokurov, Russia, 2003; reviewer: TBM)
- Heima (dir. Dean DeBlois, Iceland, 2007; reviewer: Dwight)
- Life Is Beautiful [La vita è bella] (dir. Roberto Benigni, Italy, 1998; reviewer: Fiona)
- Love Is My Profession [En cas de malheur] (dir. Claude Autant-Lara, France, 1958; reviewer: Guy Savage)
- Mooladé (dir. Sembène Ousmane, Senegal, 2004; reviewer; Caroline)
- The Grandfather [El abuelo] (dir. José Luis Garci, Spain, 1988; reviewer: Dwight)
- The Road Home [Wo de fu quin mu quin] (dir. Yimou Zhang, China 2001; reviewer: Fiona)
Come on, you know you want to...
I don't like talking about my longterm reading plans much anymore since I'm usually so lousy at following through on them,* but I'd like to put in a plug for the Fernando Pessoa Book of Disquiet readalong that Amateur Reader (Tom) will be hosting at Wuthering Expectations at the end of month. I've been looking forward to reading this Portuguese classic for a long time now, and I expect that the group read experience will be a particularly fun one given that many of the same great readers who took a crack at Bolaño's The Savage Detectives with Rise and me during our January group read will be back in force for this one. I'll also be reading Juan Carlos Onetti's La vida breve in the first part of the month and leisurely alternating Musil's The Man without Qualities and Proust's The Guermantes Way over the next three months--at 1,770 pages for the posthumous director's cut of Musil and 595 pages for the Proust, which I foolishly set aside last year despite enjoying it and will now plan to start again from scratch at the beginning, I see no need to rush through the 2,365 pages of modernist bliss that's anticipated. *Note to Nicole: I'll try and get back to War and Peace right after Musil, I promise! You still give one-year extensions, right?